Soon we were low on drinks, and the hot tub was too damn pleasant to get out of. Cheryl told the guys to fetch us gin and tonics. A hesitant look flashed across Dan’s face, but when Eddie got out of the hot tub, Dan did too. It only took ten seconds for them to walk into the living room from the deck, but in the slow motion of my head, it took much longer.
I struggled to stifle a gasp as I saw Eddie’s big soft cock literally flopping from side to side. It hung arrogantly down his thighs like a python. In contrast, Dan’s penis was small and boyish. I felt a primal flash of embarrassment, as if I had settled for a second-tier male while my friend Cheryl had scored the alpha. The moment passed, but Eddie’s big flopping cock got bigger and bigger inside my mind.
Out of my daze, I realized that Cheryl was looking over at me and smiling wickedly.
“Linda … Linda ….” She snapped her fingers as I turned to her.
“It’s amazing the differences in the male anatomy, huh?” she asked. I wanted to say “Yes!” emphatically, but felt the need to defend my husband.
“Well, you know Cheryl, some guys are grow-ers and some are show-ers,” I said in an unconvincing way.
“Oh Pleeeeease …” said Cheryl. “There’s no way Dan’s little penis is anywhere near Eddie’s cock in size. No way.”
I couldn’t believe Cheryl’s frankness, but then, that’s how Cheryl always was—I guess I had just forgotten. “Cheryl, you don’t know that! Dan is a fine size.” I was starting to get mad. Cheryl was acting like a superficial sorority girl, judging my husband against jerky Eddie.
“Sure, whatever you say,” said Cheryl, smiling to herself. I noticed that my right hand was casually moving between my thighs. I could feel a tingling between my legs, a desire to rub and caress.
When the guys came back out, the size contrast was again astonishing, but I forced myself to look away. We all got back to talking; I felt a sigh of relief when the moment passed. Still, I could feel some warm/happy sensations lingering between my thighs.
Then Cheryl shook up the evening. “Eddie, honey, can you do me a favor? Linda and I were having an argument and I need to show her something … sit up please.”
Eddie was only too happy to sit on the edge of the tub. While I sat there in a state of shock, Cheryl picked up Eddie’s big ropey cock with one hand and started to jack it. Slowly but surely, Eddie’s soft cock started to grow and harden. Still bent, it was starting to straighten and swell.
“That’s it,” Cheryl cooed as she jacked it a bit more aggressively. I was struck by the cocky look on Eddie’s face. Eddie’s dick was at least eight inches and as thick as my forearm; it looked monstrous and obscene. It wasn’t smooth and pretty like Dan’s; it was a big fat monstrous half-alive thing … and I was getting wetter and wetter staring at it. “That, Linda, is the most masculine thing you have ever seen” that wicked voice inside me said.
“That’s it, Eddie, show them that big cock of yours, show them how huge you get for me!” Cheryl was getting kind of nasty and didn’t seem to care. She got up and kneeled on the other side of Eddie so we would have a better view. Before we knew it, she was jacking that huge cock, presenting it to us. Even though his dick had two hands on it, its big head and part of its shaft still pushed out.
“Oh, Ed, what a beautiful huge cock you have,” Cheryl cooed. “Show them how hard you can get …. Show them what you take care of this pussy with ….”
I couldn’t believe how Cheryl was talking, but we all had a few drinks in us. In this drunken state, it felt natural for Cheryl to be paying homage to this big cock right in front of us. I looked over at Dan, and he was as fixated on the scene as I was. I couldn’t blame him; Cheryl’s beautiful back muscles were rippling in the deck lights. It was like watching two cougars, two perfectly muscled animals, prepare for sex.
Something came over me, and I reached underwater between Dan’s legs. I found his cock rock hard, as hard as I could remember feeling it. I started stroking it while watching the action. This turns him on. The thought seared into my brain. Looking at Cheryl jacking Eddie’s fat cock with two hands made me compare my hand on Dan’s cock. Cheryl was right. Eddie’s cock is MUCH bigger. She can’t even handle him with two hands, meanwhile, your hand easily swallows up Dan’s hard little dick. ARGH! That might have been the cruelest, most politically incorrect thought I’ve ever had. But there it was. And the truth of it was undeniable.
“Oh Eddie,” Cheryl said. “Stroking you is making my pussy so wet … I want to fuck you right in front of them … feel you filling me up so good … show them how you split my pussy open ….” Eddie just groaned. Cheryl was jacking him with one hand and rubbing his big ball sack with the other. I couldn’t take it anymore … with Cheryl talking like that. I had to put my own hand inside me. I touched my crotch with my left hand and felt a massive jolt up and down my body. You’re such a nasty slut, oh, you are ….
“On second thought, let’s save that for later,” said Cheryl. Perhaps she was shy about fucking Eddie right in front of us—we had never had that kind of swinging friendship in the past. I felt secretly disappointed.
But then she said: “No, let’s make you come instead! I wanna see that dick come!” Oh yes, so do I, so do I …. Cheryl started stroking the shaft with both hands again. “Two hands, Eddie,” Cheryl said, “Just the way you like it.”
“Ohhh …” Eddie moaned.
“You love it when girls worship that big cock of yours … don’t you … don’t you!”
“Ohhh …” was all Eddie could say ….
“You love it, right?” Cheryl demanded, increasing the pace.
“Oh yes!” yelled Eddie.
“That’s right.”
As Cheryl jerked Eddie’s cock faster and faster, I worked Dan’s cock furiously with my hand as well. The look of lust on Dan’s face as he watched the action spurred me on. Before long Eddie’s dick was coming, squirting again and again, launching big long ropes of cum across Cheryl’s tits and chest.
Dan’s cock started twitching in my hand and I knew he was coming also, but I didn’t say anything because he was coming underwater. After a few spurts, Dan was done. I was a bit embarrassed he had come in the hot tub, but Cheryl was busy looking for a towel and didn’t notice. She rubbed a hand towel all over her upper body.
“Jeez Eddie, you ruined another towel! That big dick has a lot of cum in it!” She teased him. The towel was pretty much drenched in cum. It would take Dan about ten loads to drench a towel like that—my last perverted thought of the night. After the guys came, things got a bit quiet. It was getting late. We all got out of the tub. The sexual tension had dissipated a bit; awkwardness kicked in. We all dressed quickly.
Before I left, I pulled Cheryl aside. “Sorry; Dan came in the hot tub.”
“Not a problem,” Cheryl smiled back teasingly. “It wouldn’t be the first time ….” I thought she was going to say something else, but she must have thought better of it because her voice trailed off, her playful smirk lingering.